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queernuck · 4 years

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what's your taste in music?

the short answer is that im a P4K-core bitch to like, an extreme almost; there was definitely a time where I read Pitchfork on the daily, listened to music almost entirely based on recommendations they made, and I still check it every once in a while, read through the Top 200 Tracks/Albums of the 2010s lists, all of that.

But more generally, I have that kind of standard post-ironic hipster eclecticism going, where I just like a lot of different things to certain degrees with a few being “my thing” over others, the way a lot of people listen to incredibly varied music on some kind of superficial level, but because of how certain discourses tend to cross over in online spaces, that varied-ness becomes somewhat homogenous when taken as a whole.

Like, I like mixtape-style gangster rap, but you’ll also see that some of them are popular among “tastemaker” types. Dababy is good as hell, as is Maxxo Kream, City Morgue, Playboi Carti, Travis Scott, Lil Peep, Juice WRLD, those dudes, along with the luminaries like Future, Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz, ones that have a pretty good reputation among people who “listen to music” a lot. I know a decent amount, but I also know that I’m past the first hump on the Dunning-Kruger hill, that what I know most openly is that I don’t really know much, that I am more defined by gaps than by my own taste at times. My favorite album of all time is My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy and like, I straight up look at Kanye a lot like Žižek given my willingness to engage with both that a lot of others seem not to have (which in part is indeed due to Pitchfork). Also, Frank Ocean, I saw him live right after Channel ORANGE dropped and it was incredible, I’m gonna hold a grudge to my grave against The Eagles for being shitty about the original version of American Wedding. But I know I don’t know enough about, say, DJ Screw or Houston or Memphis rap, about the origins of trap, about the history of rap in New York or its expansion into Queens onto Long Island, any of that.

I’m more invested in-earnest rather than looking to people who explore it themselves and pass on recommendations in electronic music, particularly in early dubstep, the vague notion of “UK Bass”, and vaporwave along with what gets clumsily labeled IDM. I love a lot of cheesy big-box house and electro as well, like, I see artists like Skrillex for what they are and appreciate that. But I also know I really really fucking need to like, catch up with Burial’s latest output, I was influenced heavily by James Blake, I think that with the possibility of a new war with Iran that Fatima Al-Quadiri’s work is going to be of great influence for anyone with an ear for these things, I think that James Ferraro and most of all Daniel Lopatin are two of the least-credited innovators of the last decade’s sound, on a grand scale. One artist I stan bigtime is Elite Gymnastics, as well as Default Genders (half of EG, one of Grimes’ exes, incredibly interesting artist) and also just abrasive weird electronic shit like Machinegirl.

And the hipster-approved pop is another mainstay for me: Carly Rae Jepsen, Ariana Grande, above all Beyoncé, so on, but also including the weirder reaches like Janelle Monae, and for better or for worse, Grimes and her Nick Land bullshit (the new album is gonna slap and i hate that fact). And there are touches of hardcore or metal: Earth, Sleep, Eyehategod, heard Wolves in the Throne Room were fash as it turns out so I gotta check on that shit because eco-black metal sounds like a cool idea but fuck if the PNW isn’t fucked up politically, also we know the dudes in Deafheaven are dicks but they make good music. And I love post-rock too, Explosions in the Sky is normie but good, and Godspeed You! Black Emperor is my favorite band of all time.

Sometimes, though, I just like bad music. I liked Korn’s EP from last year, haven’t gotten to their back catalog so much yet. On enough of a bender (and I mean like, a lot of xanax or with a bunch of heroin up my nose) I fuck with 21 Pilots because like, they suck but in a way that can be fun. Billie Eilish is kinda weird as far as liked-disliked goes but I like what she’s doing! And of course, I genuinely like Post Malone, which says a lot about my drinking-on-pills habit lol. I like a lot of music that just kind of sucks. And music that other people don’t like: I stan Soulja Boy, I am a huge fan of him and will genuinely stan.

so like, I have a very certain sort of taste that’s kinda like, normcore lol

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iphoenixrising · 5 years

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fam i hope one day you write that ensuing fight between possessive/pit alpha jay and dick who needs to take control of that sitch real quick

Aww fam! Yasss. Thank-you, babe

Here’s the thing: @satire-please and I discussed this fucking ask okay and I cannot, CAN. NOT. write just the fight one. Really, there’s two possible ways the scene after this could go.

Both are very interesting, so, this can be like a choose your own adventure. Pick the fight and fuck or the hurt/comfort. Either way.

For reference: Original Ask, How it came about ask, other Possessive!Jay thing.

How it could have happened:

The low growl rises in pitch just enough–

and the fight is on.

Tim makes some kind of noise, a shout rather than a whine, rising up on his knees the moment Jay’s weight left the bed. He wants to stand, to move, to get between them as fast as he fucking can, the vigilante skimming up his spine, hitting his system with adrenaline to prepare for the fight of his life.

But the Omega in him, sated and satisfied, realizes what’s happening here, and keeps him right there on his knees with rumpled sheets under him, naked and on display as the prize for the winner.

It makes those instincts take notice, to make his already overworked body ready against for the victor because the thought, the sight, the scents of two Alpha males ready to fight over him is doing things to his body he never thought possible (slick is already scenting the air, his thighs are trembling when Dick’s musk gets overpowering from across the room, and Jay is growling so low and dangerous and possessive).

His hands fist in the sheets unconsciously, panting while Dick and Jay circle one another, when the two side-eye him the second he shifts a leg almost off the bed.

“N-No–”

“We have to, Timmy,” is rumbly and low, a whole new tone he’s never, never heard Dick use before. “His Alpha won’t have it any other way.”

“We…we can stop him, just let me–”

“Don’t. Move!” Dick yells a second before he strikes.

And the next twenty minutes are a lesson in how far his patience can possibly stretch while he’s kneeling on the very edge of the bed, gripping the sheet in both fists against his chest, getting unbearably turned on regardless of the circumstance as his Alphas trade fast and furious blows, pull out elite fighting skills, speed and fucking power against one another.

Jay is brutal when he’s riding the Pit, not pulling any punches, using his height advantage with precision and power, counters when he knows all about Dick’s usual to counter more than usual.

Dick is less flare and more get it done, punctuating the point:

He’s the Pack Alpha, and the Omega is his first.

It’s a split moment when their Pack Alpha ducks under Jay’s defense with a blow that takes the bigger Alpha down on his knees, gives Dick enough time to pull the sedative he’d palmed, stepping around to hold one of Jay’s arms and push the plunger down with the other.

He’s going to get decked for the bruise and headache his second will sport in the morning, but tonight, no one is getting hurt, so the ice pack he’ll need in the morning will be completely worth it.

He gently eases Jay down to the floor, running his fingers through the white stripe of hair falling messily over those dazed eyes, the jade flecks fading before his eyes to be natural blue.

“I’m sorry, honey,” is soft between them, his thumb moving over the mating mark. “I’ll cuddle the hell out of you in the morning, I promise.”

There’s a noise, part-huff, part-sigh, Jay’s eyes sluggishly rolling up to meet Dick’s. His hand flops a little, flails a bit before he gets it right, fighting the drugs just to get a little–

“Sugar,” he rasps out, just enough strength left to pull Dickie down to ‘im and kiss him like they ain’t getting a tomorrow.

“Love you,” Dick whispers achingly against his mouth, catching his hand as he goes limp and the fast-acting drug takes effect and Jay is out.

He pulls off his sweatshirt, tucking it under Jay’s head when his sensitive nose picks it up, and slowly, slowly, turns back toward the bed.

Kneeling there, Tim is biting down on his lower lip, knees going a little weak holding his weight when Dick’s eyes take him in.

The low growl reverberates louder, registering over the blood rushing in his ears. He tries to fight the needy whimper working up through his chest by biting down harder.

It comes out anyway because dammit, damn these two, and how stupidly comfortable they’ve made him giving in to his instincts once-and-a-while–

The noise sets Dick off immediately since he’s already riding the Pack Alpha train, his movement across the room almost a blur.

He’s on Tim fast enough to make the Omega’s head spin, his mouth suddenly full of seeking Alpha tongue, and the sheet pretty much ripped out of his hands so those palms can touch him, trace him, torment him, can push him back, grip his neck, thumb his nipples into taunt peaks, slide between his legs to find him slick and ready and on the verge of fucking desperate, can work him even more to make sure he can take another knot.

Even though he’s already hoarse as fuck from Jay’s abrupt change to Pit-riding Alpha Male, he can still scream and cry while Dick pins him down and fucks inside, holding him hard enough to add to the bruises he’s going to be sporting tomorrow.

“Take it, Omega, take what I give you,” huffed against the nape of his neck while he sobs with overstimulation, not knowing if he can–

Spoiler alert: Dick’s knot makes his knees go out on him. and the palm rubbing soothingly over his bloated belly does not help at all.

The Alpha turns him on his side, holds him tightly while they wait out the knot and come down from the intensity of their instincts, and the aftermath of some mind-blowing sex.

They both stare at the unconscious Alpha still on the floor, watching the easy rise-and-fall of his chest until they finally separate.

His knees wobbly, Dick manages to climb off the bed with a pat to Tim’s sore ass and stagger close enough to heft Jay’s big body up in his arms.

Forcing some strength in his arms, Tim wiggles back and tugs up the sheet with one arm, accepting the younger Alpha with the other.

The three of them on the full bed was a squeeze, but Dick fits around any shape in existence so he literally engulfs them both in his arms. Those blue eyes are lidded while he talks to Tim over Jay’s shoulder, purrs to soothe them both, make Jay huff out in his sleep and slap a hand right on the cheek of Dick’s ass with a sharp snap.

Surprisingly awake after such a rough (but stirring) night, Tim dutifully recounts the fight and what set their Alpha Second off the proverbial rails.

He rolls his eyes when Dick sits up to lean over Jay’s hip and take in the finger-shaped bruises along his rib cage.

(C’mon. I get worse fighting The Riddler. And, you know, that guy.)

And nudges Jay over a little with one shoulder to roll on his back and let Dick give in to his Pack Alpha instincts and clean him up a little with a soft, damp cloth. He’d already waved away the offer of a bath because all of them are done for the night.

How it also could have happened (because sometimes I feel the need for angst. Spoiler: remember Dick and Jay were Alpha/Alpha before they found out Tim’s an Omega;)

“Oh…” Tim whimpers faintly when Dick slams into the safehouse, a whirlwind of where’s my Packmates? “Oh no.”

He’s already half gone, hoping Jay would come out of the Pit-haze with this last knotting session, but when their Pack Alpha’s musk hits the air, the arms around him lock down, force him down on the thick knot even harder.

The increased pressure makes a weak noise come out of his chest, and the following bite forcing a final orgasm over him, making the Omega’s eyes roll up in the back of his head, hands tighten on Jay’s restraining arms while he shakes apart.

He’s past the point of being able to scream again, just tangled up in the damn sheet and stuck on a knot that is literally pushing at the back of his throat.

“Pl-Please, Jay,” is a whimper because his thighs are shaking and fighting seems like a thing his knees probably won’t be able to handle right about now.

(He knows he’s that far gone after round…whatever because the hilarious image of Jay trying to fight their Pack Alpha with Tim literally stuck on his dick flashes through his brain pan while the press of the knot against his spot that makes his vision cloud over again.)

He gets a low, dangerous growl in reply, and an A for effort, but Dick is looking from him to Jay, eyes narrowing, the expression calculating, Nightwing making a plan.

“Nnngn! W-wait, he-he’s not–not hurting me, Dick, I promise,” he tries to stammer out, patting and stroking Jay’s tight forearms instead of gripping. “We just…need a little bit to work him down–”

“How many times has he knotted you, Timmy?” Because Dick’s eyes are sliding down his bare body again, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I…nngh, I’m not sure. Four, maybe?” But his chest stutters when Jay flexes his hips again, still pumping deep inside.

“Okay, okay, he’s got you nice and fucked out,” Dick’s voice goes from growly to calm just that fast. “I’m going to help talk him down before he hurts you, okay?”

“I don’t know–” is helplessly high-pitched because Jason leans in to latch on to his scent gland and suck. “W-we’ve never brought him out of it together before. I don’t know if I can-can get him calm while you’re here.”

But Dick’s eyes never lose that look, one that could mean fight or fuck. He was never sure which until the last possible second.

“Oh, I think we can do it, Pretty Bird,” and Dick’s voice gentles, his chest starting to rumble in a soft purr, “I think Jay just needs to remember who he belongs to. Nothing sudden, just a little reminder.”

And because Dick Grayson has seen the Pit’s influence before, because it’s Jay, because he’s a vigilante that has to make a plan, a vigilante that’s fought Jason Todd’s own demons more than once–

He knows how he needs to play it, and smiles softly before slowly tilting his head to the side, showing the long line of his throat, the subtle mating mark at the base.

“Jay, it’s me, honey. Just me.” He keeps it soft and low, purring lightly while his scent gets just a little stronger, his musk open and welcoming.

The Alpha stares at him over Tim’s shoulder, eyes narrowing, the growl ending in a soft huff.

“I know it’s hard to remember when you’re like this. It’s just all the Alpha in you trying to fight, to survive, to keep what’s yours.” Dick talks it out gently, turning slightly so he can stare at his mate’s eyes over their Omega’s shoulder. “But it’s okay, honey. I’m yours too, aren’t I?” And deliberately, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and leans forward on his hands. “Me and Timmy…we’re both yours, aren’t we?”

Those eye with too much jade blink at him, some of the tension from his shoulders easing down, coming to the realization he’s not going to have to fight for the Omega in his arms. He turns out of Tim’s neck, chin tilting up to scent the air again, to lock onto Dick’s musk.

“That’s it, Little Wing. Scent me, really scent me. If it takes you some time to remember me, us, then it’s okay. I’m not leaving you. Jason, I’m. Not. Leaving. You.” And it’s a gamble when he slowly lifts one hand, palm up, hoping Jay will reach for him, will remember how much he used to cling to Dick in the early days of their relationship, how he needed to obsessively check-in with Nightwing to make sure he was still up and moving.

(“Can’t lose ya now, Dickie. Not after I finally got cha ya where I want ya.”

“Honestly Jay, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than Gotham’s worst to keep me away. You know that, right?”)

And Tim feels it. Where his back is pressed up against Jay’s chest tightly, just the smallest hitch in the panting breath, how the hold loses some intensity. There’s a soft noise over his shoulder, low and oddly fragile when Jay sees that hand outstretched and open. It’s only natural Tim tries to help, turns his head as much as he can to look at the Alpha’s expression, to see the struggle there, the fight against the Pit’s influence and his own Alpha nature. He nuzzles against the side of Jay’s face, raises a shaky hand to pat the arm around his chest.

“D-Dickie….” is more growl than actual words, “A-Alpha.”

“It’s me, honey,” and Dick’s voice is so gentle, so full of affection, his hand still out while he takes cautious steps forward. “I want to hold you, want to touch my beautiful mate. God, Jay, you smell so good, just like home, just like our bed in the morning.”

The shudder against Tim’s back is more obvious this time, something that releases more tension in Jay’s shoulders and arms. He tries to nuzzle against Jay’s jugular, patting the restraining arm again until the hold loosens up (and no, he’s not wondering how Dick and Jay’s bed smells in the morning because it’s not really his place is it? This, the three of them, is just about some A’s helping out an O, right? It’s the Pit and Jay’s instincts that come after him, the Omega. That’s all it can be, all they can be, and really…it’s fine).

The next noise is closer to a whine, an Alpha in pain, in shock, in need, calling out to his Pack, and Tim can feel the fine tremble starting against him, signs Jay is coming out of the haze. He tries to shift, biting down on his lower lip at the feel the knot stretching him, still locked in place. And he hopes he can get off Jay’s lap so Dick can take over since this seems to be working more than just, you know, being a warm hole to knot.

But he made a mistake shifting because those arms tighten back down, the Alpha’s gaze snapping to his face, lip curling off his teeth.

“Whoa. Honey, Jaybird,” Dick holds out both hands, placating, “you’ve knotted him…a lot. He’s probably uncomfortable, maybe sore. We need to take care of him, right?”

Tim tries to keep himself from flinching at how terrible that sounds (it’s just because he’s an Omega, isn’t it?), but the twinge draws Jay’s attention back to him, and the Alpha eases up his grip to slide both hands around him to rub his heavy belly.

“I know, honey,” Dick smiles gently, “you just want to be a good Alpha. It’s okay, you are.” He’s finally close enough to lay a hand on Jason’s forearm, to kneel by the bed and smile up at the other Alpha endearingly. “You’ve come so far, and we’ve worked so hard. You know you’re more than this. Isn’t it time to come back?”

When Jay doesn’t jerk away from the hold, doesn’t attack immediately, Dick sighs in relief and runs his fingers down that forearm, pausing on familiar scars. “C’mon, honey. I’m waiting for you.”

Abruptly, Jason Todd makes a harsh noise, hands falling away from Tim’s belly. He moves to grip Dick’s hand tight, his shoulders shuddering.

Luckily, Tim can absolutely miss all the awkward coming after this little sitch because the knot shrinks down enough for him to pull himself off with a wet noise, and scramble off the bed to snatch his boxers and suit up from the floor, hold them in front of his body.

Dick takes his place fast, already up on his knees, wrapping both arms around Jay and holding the Alpha hard against his chest, purring against the top of his head, soothing the shakes away.

“It’s okay, Little Wing, it’s okay,” murmured gently in the din while Tim makes his trembling knees work just long enough to get him to the bathroom and lightly close the door. He pants softly, sinking down to sit on the floor, clutching his clothes to his chest (their marks on one another are fucking beautiful, but it’s so stupid to want what he can’t have).

He gives himself a minute or so, shutting down his thoughts, trying to block out his inner Omega wailing because he left them, because while he knows he isn’t their Omega, the instincts in him (maybe more than just instincts) crave to be.

Biting down on his lower lip, one hand strays to his overly full belly, a slight curve under his palm, and it’s a crazy thing how horrified he’d been when the idea Ra’s might force him to have an heir, but if the young had been Dick’s or Jay’s–

Tim snatches his hand back, erasing the thought immediately. He’s on birth control, he’s a vigilante, he’s the leader of the Titans, and he’s only been with the Alphas through potentially dangerous Heats. Once his body evens out, everything…everything will go back to the way it was.

The achingly empty spot in his chest throbs for a terrible moment, the grief of his inner Omega, before he can tamp it down, push it to the back of his thoughts, and try to get himself together.

“Timmy?” The knock on the door is who knows how much later, but he’s only managed to get his boxers on, standing wobbly to try getting back into his body suit.

“How is he?” Is the first thing out of his mouth.

“It’s okay, he’s back now. Tim, are you–?”

“You should take him home, Dick. He needs some time.”

“I’m planning on it. I hit up B for a ride. Car is already on its’ way. We need to get you dressed and ready to go, too.”

“I’m fine. I can get to the Perch from here.”

“Oh, no. I’m not leaving you, Tim.” The door knob twists, the door trying to open up against his back. Well, body block FTW. “Let me in.”

“I’m fine, Dick. You need to worry about him right now.”

“I can worry about anyone I want, Timmy. I can have my cake and eat it too. We’re all going back to my place to cuddle. Like, now, so let me in so I can help you get into your suit.”

“You’re a good Alpha, Dick, but I don’t have any more blockers, and we can’t risk my scent setting him off again. It’s safer for everyone–”

“Tim, if you don’t want to be around Jay, I understand. He literally just–”

“It’s not that! He didn’t hurt me!”

“He still–”

“No! I mean, that’s not why–”

“Then let me in, Baby.” The door presses up against his back again, and Tim quickly zips up his body suit, feeling better to have this convo now that he’s partially dressed. When he straightens up, Dick takes immediate advantage and slides through the door with Tim’s boots and cape. He drops them carelessly, those blue eyes taking him in from head to foot.

“Seriously, Dick–” with a little crossing his arms over his chest, starting out no-nonsense, I-am-an-island, we’ve all taken worse beatings than that, and ending with the logical he needs you right now, and you need to make sure he’s okay– listen to your inner Pack Alpha.

The immediate octopus hold and purring Alpha suddenly up in his business stops those placations from pouring out (deflection denied!), Dick pretty much scooping him up to nuzzle at his face–

(and make sure he can’t escape out the window)

–to start talking in that same low, surpy voice that just gets to the core of him. “You did so well, Baby, taking care of Jay. You were amazing.”

And one of Dick’s big hands runs soothingly down his spine, making his tense muscles ease.

“You could have run, or you could have tranqued him, but instead you helped work him down while he was awake, when his Alpha took over. You gave him the Omega he needed. You took care of our Pack Mate when he was literally insane.”

And his feet touch the ground so Dick can slide a hand up in his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp, “you deserve a nice bath and some dinner before we put you to bed for the day. You’ve earned it, Baby.”

Well… that does sound kind of nice.

Since he knows he’s not going to win this little sitch, especially when Jason shows up, bracing his hand against the doorframe, looking shaky as fuck, his eyes more blue than green, and his hands are fucking desperate with apologies, Tim lets the two of them muscle him back into the safehouse to gather his harness and utility belt. He fishes out a domino since Jay can’t stand to be in the helmet and tolerates the hand fisted in his cape while they climb down the side of the building to the waiting car in the alley.

He doesn’t fight Jay getting in the back seat with him while Dick drives, and agreeably sits on the Alpha’s lap during the ride, pointedly not focusing on how good the big, gloved hand feels palming his belly. He gets a few minutes to sink into the grey between sleep and awake, losing the soft conversation between Dick and Jay as the car glides through Gotham.

The door opening rouses his Robin instincts before the Omega, making him snap-to, avoiding the instinctual lunge by a hair when Jay latches on to his wrist and pulls him back.

The familiar Alpha scent is what makes him shake it off and climb out of the nice Lexus like a good vigilante.

He and Jay take the side fire escape because they’re still in suits as Dick goes inside to unlock the windows the easy way.

Instead of starting the climb, the Hood fires his gauntlet grapple and sweeps an arm around Red Robin’s waist and they fly into the night with his cape flaring out behind them.

The bath is already running and Dick maneuvers right around his excuses, stripping him down before he realizes he’s naked again. He only manages to divert Dick away from getting in the bath with him by reminding how much they don’t want Jay to be alone right now while shoving the older Alpha out the door.

It’s not long after that he’s in a borrow t-shirt, The Cure, that almost hangs down to his knees and sweatpants bunching up at the ankles (and no, his inner Omega isn’t finally fucking satisfied being literally covered in the scent of both Alphas, that’s just asking for trouble…fuck), his legs on Jay’s lap while the Alpha feeds him bites of a sandwich between sips of Gatorade.

Dr. Strange is on low when he starts to nod off again, and wakes up in the morning sandwiched between the two Alphas in their bed.

It’s the answer he did and didn’t want, on how Dick and Jay’s bed smells, feels, in the morning, but it is a terrifying realization–

–how much like home it seems to be.

#winter answers #aob #tagged for anon #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #alpha!dick #Alpha!jay #omega!tim #possessive!Jay #choose your endings #my drab #my writing

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bkanvas-fairy · 5 years

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Could you tell us a little about your characters?

Y E S !

but due to me having at least over a thousand characters I’ll just give a quick summary of the 25 I manage to dig up over 3 sketchbooks.

Y’all can pick and choose which of them interest yall or who you wanna hear more about!

Also because I’m extra, I made sketch icons for the 25 characters, info under the cut

I’ll talk a bit more about my actual Original Characters first, starting with

Aiko! Otherwise known as Echo

- A marked individual in a steampunk world that gets mixed with magic, because I like both of those things

- Echo runs an underground lab that does helps the underground world with replacing body parts, illegal surgeries etc etc

- Even though she marked, which puts a bounty on her head already, she is well respected by the community for not cheating for your money, stealing your cash, or shanking/killing you mid-surgery

- however, Echo does long for adventure and sometimes do get bored in the lab

oh yeah,, Echo like stealing eyeballs, so if you’re low on cash and wouldn’t mind losing an eye, you know who to call!!

Bonus:

Here’s Echo’s boring, undeveloped sidekick!! I don’t like her and I don’t know how to make her better. Yes, she doesn’t have a name.

here’s my god playboy that left “heaven” due to having an early mid-life crisis, I call him God boi cause;

- He goes by many names!

tbh, he’s probably the closest character I have to being genderfluid/-neutral? I’m not sure,,

- The god has many powers, from lightning to shapeshifting

- The shapeshifting part allows him to change every part of himself, allowing him to change depending on his situation.

- God boyo, or originally Aristide, is obsessed with the idea of perfection. A god should be perfect, if a god is out of line, he is no god.

- Same goes for him, which means whenever something is wrong with him, it affects him, extremely

However, leaving the land of gods to live among humans aren’t all perks

- Aris isn’t immune to diseases or injuries. In fact, he actually fell down and died on impact when he came to earth, being reborn into another child immediately.

- He doesn’t gain his memories back automatically tho!! He has to have a major shock to the brain in order for him to remember his previous lives

- Sometimes the shock isn’t enough either, when you have a thousand over lives, you won’t remember every single one of them. So forgotten lovers coming back to haunt because your brain hates you? That’s everyday for him!

i just,, i like playing with the concepts of god,,

Up next we got Ayeka Himura! A japanese student going to a neighborhood, but still a pretty good, school living close to poverty due to her father’s constant spending habits and obsession with art supplies. With the household lacking a mother due to wacky shenanigans, Ayeka takes care of her two younger siblings and the house, all while maintaining a very well-paid job and slowly loosing interest in actually studying for a good, honest job.

also she likes birds!!

Yes her design is heavily “based” off Toga but I love her current design too much to change it, h e l p

So like,, I suck at chinese and I made ocs that exclusively spoke in chinese to help with that but I’m still stuck at 40~marks

I forgot his scar but remembered his earring i hate myself

my og chinese kiddo! he was was first to come and I love his design ever since

he radiates fuck you energy except the girl below. He’s neighbors with her and they acknowledge each other existence ever since. he has a dumb cliche crush on her and is a bit protective of her because nothing says having issues than latching onto someone that makes you happy

Only this girl got named!! even tho she was the second character.

Li Shen, yes she doesnt have a surname, is apparently main ho now, according to my old oc chart of my “main” ocs

She’s the group’s resident sweetheart and really does not want you to do stupid shit, stop doing stupid shit. She tutors my son up there ^^ even though he’s actually smart and just refuses to do his work properly. But she still deeply cares for him.

As well as the girl below shdifhd

the last girl of the ching chong trio and the reason I had to switch up my son’s design is this girly over here! Her design was too business-y and formal so I enrolled all of them into college. A rich girl who doesn’t know how to deal with her g a y thoughts. Tried sending Li Shen some flowers once. She didn’t realize attaching her name would be a good idea and son got a good laugh.

i like paranormal stuff so they apparently look into that shit in their spare time. They’re all actually really fun characters to do prompts with I swear!! send some in and I’ll write them

I had a previous concept for son and Li Shen before last girl came and if yall want me to talk about it,,, i found my sketchbook with the old ideas,,

NEXT UP IS MY OLD GIRL ELORA!!

Elora herself used to be a fan character but I pulled her out and wow\

cant fucking believe she used to be straight for Vylad

shes the outgoing, fun adventure type! bit of mommy issues here and there tho,, I don’t want to say too much since I have an entire for her +

her now upgraded bro, Vincent

i really like the name vincent,,

also now he has mommy issues

Ead, the knight who used to have armor

I hate drawing armor

he also have issues

AND IRIS MY SWEET GIRL IM SO SORRY

she doesnt have that much issues tho

basically I made elora and her bro have mommy issues, I’m sorry in advance if that spoils anything

I, sometimes, post about these 4 over on @eloradiesismydocsname and its a gay ol’ time

not that gay tho because uhh,, medieval times,, but I need prompts for a modern au of them and I am happy to talk about their personalities and even go semi in-depth for any of them!!

here we have ghoster.png,, which is her file name cause I didn’t name her,,

A horror enthusiast + film student that goes to a supposedly haunted shack to film her upcoming project with the boys. wacky shenanigans occur and the boys left leaving ghoster here to starve and eventually fall to her death. But because it’s my oc i get to bring her back from the dead, now hungry as ever and will fucking eat you, its not a kink thing, shes just that hungry and angry

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a robo girl that i created during social studies cause they were talking about taxes and i just went, “what if,, a robo runs on taxes,,, and like,, she haunts you down for not paying your taxes,,” thus she was born! I don’t know what to name her but she is set in the future so-

Time to go future-apocalypse style because I love that setting too and was upset that I didn’t have any ocs in that style. So I created Alex A. ! A cybrog filled with memories of the previous generations as a sad attempt to preserve human life.

He’s accompanied by his sister/cousin idr i didn’t draw an icon for her, didnt like her design. they go on a hunt for food and to return with nothing. She gets to meet this other dude who has a plant arm im pretty sure i based him off someone’s elses oc but i cant remember. The 3 are forgotten. Kinda want to bring them back tho.

Neon! A character set in the future utopia of lazy people, where gamers rise up. its the best I can describe her story without getting too deep. She the new hacker on the block, joining the underground gang of elite hackers. She’s another one of those wacky characters that just has fun. I mean, when you know your way around codes and the world you live in is full of it, would you not take advantage of that?

as for fan characters,, uhh,, i have em

STARTING WITH MY WIFE!

Alexzandra Zara oh my god i forgot to draw her necklace and shirt

anyways,, Alexzandra is one of the more older ocs I have that didnt get a big revamp. Only an au I develop to the point I forgot the actual shows and the original cast are a little different from the source haha what? She’s the emotionally unstable german war veteran, yes the wife thing isn’t mutual, and haha shes only 27~. I cling onto her so much?? She’s hits a lot of “edgy” points but I still love her cause idk,, the story I made for her is something I hold dear cause Alexzandra was one of my first ACTUALLY DEVELOPED CHARACTER. Is it wrong to say I hold her really close to my heart? Is that weird? probably a little cringy sorry haha. I probably project a little into her which might have strengthened my love for her ack. Her story delves more into the depression very unstable needs to talk to someone side and i get scared talking about my wife’s story online so uhh, idk ask me specific questions about her, I’ll be more inclined to talk.

Dr Watts! The spoiled ass dick that stole dst Wilson’s house and yes this is a dst oc, yes im slightly sorry.

He’s just fun?? almost ran a blog with him and a friend’s oc. He’s your typical uptight old science gramps that took advantage of the fact that no one knows his real name that he calls himself a doc. He’s not. I put everything about him up to a 9-10? He’s one of those wacky characters and I love him for it! His story is really wonky tho so might need help solidifying that part

and from the angry old man to my sweet man that will adopt you even if you’re noisy or call him ginger. Pilot here is a TF2 OC I made to interact with other tf2 OCs cause some of them are fun and i wanna join in :((

He’s the Canadian stereotype, and yes, he adopted scout, that was one of my character notes.

Like the actual cast of tf2, there’s barely any real story to him. I only gave him a vague I don’t know my past but hey, i fly really really well. He participated in war unlike certain men but he’s still really nice and will only kill you if you hurt his family. Which he doesn’t know so he just considers the cast his family. He keeps mentioning a wife though, pretty sure he doesn’t have one but you do what makes you happy son.

Ai! an oc I HEAVILY revamped oh my god i hate her old vers. So if yall remember my random shouting of missing my og son, Aru. Here’s his bff. cause he barely has any actual friends that give a shit. And I just cant have that. but here’s your yandere revamped into a last minute addition. I actually feel like I did Ai a lot of justice. I don’t want to delve too deep cause I will start making charts. I’ll do that in a separate post if yall are keen

Isamu Aena! a mp100 oc I made by accident cause idk,, I was thinking about lolita fashion and all of a sudden, the actual oc I was going to make turned into a mob psycho oc. She’s one of my few ocs where her sexuality matters (she’s gay yeah) cause it plays a role in her storyline. She went from being “manipulated”/used to Mob’s wingwomen. She spots out things that can help him in the romantic department cause she’s into romance. A student of the school Mob infiltrated and a fantastic tailor, not to mention a pretty decent pyschic. wait where do models get their lolita stuff from,,

im gonna ignore that and move onto Lillian Yi! Who, i swear i did not meant for it, is very close to lloyd. I mean,, none of the ninjas were with him after s3, who you think he’d meet. Lillian is a survivor from the Great Devourour and yes I’m still pissed LEGO stole my backstory for Lillian to use for Harumi. FUCK YOU LEGO, i still love both of em tho,, The event did leave a big scar and it made Lillian job jumping for a bit, ending at Chen’s Noodles in S6~, where ya know,, stuff got better. She was a medalist for gymnastics and continue the activity, even after her parents’ death, to please others. She was already lost at the time so staying in the sport would help, right? Needless to say, after being rejected at a cop academy for youths, or something similar, she gave up for a while but got back into the idea of saving people by using her skills she already had. It helped with the weight and feelings and meeting the green ninja was a very big bonus. Also Lloyd dubbed her the “mysterious stranger” when she refused to speak in fear of her identity, slight shame, and maybe a bit of being star struck. It helped Lloyd too in a sense where he had something to distract him from Zane’s passing.

Their relationship was eventually formed, strong and almost unbreakable, except for harumi but uhh thats a different story. Throughout the seasons, they stayed close and lloyd was always comforted by Lillian went times get ruff.

Also Lillian is my most light-hearted characters and I think that says a lot

Then there’s Nite “I don’t want to be your dad”. A character that is supposed to be in the ninjago world but barely interacts with the main story and only stays in his self contained plot. He was supposed to get a bf but uhhh idk. He’s the master of shifting and streams that online, taking out small crimes, and is actually really shy and doesn’t like interacting with people.

also haha fortnite

Nora Akino, the sin of despair! its an ad thing, I think. She speaks only in a foreign language that only Odin understands and is either big gay for Ava or Maggi, she can’t pick. And yes she did drink the vial, when TITAN attacks your planet and you accidentally die, how else can you meet your family again? also my grandpa walked in and said she looks like royalty. cool-

she wouldn’t leave my hand for like,, 3 days or something

Petri, a fellow troublemaker at camp campbell’s music camp. She managed to pick the camp because apparently a parent who doesn’t acknowledge your hard work don’t read the fine print! Please let David adopt her,,

LASTLY! Yukimaru Atsuko, hero name; Gummie. She goes by Yuki and is a big dick. She’s a studious student but gets more thrills on the actual battlefield. Living with her uptight grandma and her big bottom energy bro, she has the dom energy thing going. and apparently folks on G+, or the people who comment about her, thinks she’s really pretty, which was oddly a thing back before UA. She’s the dick you can like, not like Bakugou but she will definitely want to fight Bakugou.

A gum-related quirk is not full of perks when its only your hands. I’d dive more into her like her insecurities and stuff but I’ve been here for probably 3hrs. Sorry anon.

Also I’m so sorry to anyone who reads this all the way through.

#not an ask #bkanvas' ocs #ocs

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tedfashionski · 4 years

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Finking, Finking.

Hi, welcome to my ted talk. (That is the only time I will ever make that joke. This is Fashionski Finks. Expect radically low standards of self-involved rantiness with zero research or accountability from here on out). For a while there I seriously thought that the covid-19 quarantine was going to result in people being increasingly placid and accepting of creeping extensions of the police state. But here I am, getting depressed again, not about the protests, which I love, but more about my relationship to in-group pressure dynamics. One of the problems with being a relentless contrarian is the discomfort of my impulse to rebel against groups even when they’re championing the right thing. I have to find my own way to fight against the system as an outsider. No gods, no masters, no fucking peer pressure. I’ll never be happy joining a chorus line. I don’t sign fucking petitions (they’re just lists for the NSA). I do donate, but like fuck will I do it performatively. I can’t go to protests cus I get panic attacky in crowds. I empathise pretty strongly with outsiders of all stripes but believe ridiculously excessively in the public good of criticism, and have a nostalgic love of trolling (I like to think I’m gentle with it though). Bring back the troll! We need that fucker, he’s a sign of a healthy internet. I’m writing this blog thing as an extension of my need to vent my extreme negativity. TBH I never expected to get any followers with ted twitter and the bizarre welcomingness of the hf twitter community totally wrongfooted me. I’m not nice. Ted isn’t meant to likable. He’s my dark side. I was meant to be using this alt as a way to terrorise the nice nice (secretly cruel) fashion people. I’m gunna try and up that aspect more. Just bear in mind, my complaints are largely about the system, but if I see you perpetuating fashion’s entrenched anti-intellectualism or its insidery bullshit, I’ll come for you with a little meta-bomb with your name on it. Maintaining my misanthropic tone does take work tho, like, deep down in some twisted part of my psyche, I guess I do actually want to be liked. It’s fucked up.

I suppose it’s only fair to explain this Ted fursona. Like, new concept, who dis? Why all the furry porn? …..because I just think it’s hilarious. Every time I think about the furries I cackle (not at them, mind). I just love the mad corruption of pure Disney aesthetics into hardcore pornography. That’s anti-authoritarian as fuck. I love the sincerity of their culture. The way the crazy fetish aspect means they’ll never be fully blandified by mainstream acceptance. The way it’s so cringe but so delightful. And more seriously, I’m interested in how a culture of mostly gay male nerds developed to the point where they’ll invest 10k in custom fursuits and support eachother’s independent businesses in ways that the fashion community completely fails to do. The fashion world sucks. There’s so many correlations there that I want to investigate: the newness (furries date from around the 70s, fashion culture in its self-aware state dates from the late 19th C – both very young fields); the centralisation/decentralisation; the hierarchy (furries can be pretty catty, I have discovered in my research, and we all know what fashion people are like); the adoption of new identities; the cis-boy gayness aspect (I’m increasingly tired of the extreme nasty hierarchy of certain CSM queens. It’s all very UGH. Just, fuck those particular bitches.) There’s more to the furry love, but I’ll explore it in future posts.

More importantly, why Ted fucking Kaczynski? I’m not like, actually a terrorist. (….yet. tehehe. NO, seriously I like non-maiming violence. Fuck yeah to property damage. Fuck yeah to disabling the system in extreme way. But no to wooden IEDs. Think of my shitty jokes that fail to land as my hand-crafted bombs). I think I like the shitness of Ted. He was just an epic fail of a terrorist. I’m a little white girl living in London. I’m not actually a primitivist, as much as I crave a hut in the woods. I did go to an elite school though. I had some really shitty experiences in the fashion industry in my early 20s, and I watch my friends who are relatively successful in that system and I get so angry on their behalf at their poor treatment. They think I’m too angry. Fuck that. They should be more angry, and the fact that they can’t be angry at their extreme precarity and the fact they’re still insecure and terrified of being ejected by the system after all their investment and skills they’ve built up is BULLSHIT. I’ll be double angry for them, I’m not invested in that system. I don’t need it to pay my rent. I’m free, motherfuckers, and I’m coming for the abusers and exploiters. If you’re a complacent industry figure not fighting hard from within, uggghhhhh fuck you. Yes, YOU. Soooo, I relate pretty hard to the MK ultra stuff. (go look him up, he was basically tortured and experimented upon by the elite). But there’s a pretty big chasm between my views and his, and I’ll try to be clear about the extent of my interest in his extreme beliefs. I haven’t even finished reading the manifesto. Basically, I watched that shitty show on Netflix with sam worthington around the same time I watched Joker (that movie fucked me up) and thought it’d be a good outlet to larp online as a terrorist. There’s the angry white alt-right school shooter aspect, which I’m still figuring out, cus I’m non-binary and I was raised by nutso trumpy right-wingers, who I barely speak to anymore, and I struggle to get along with people generally. There’s sad, self-pitying rage here. I empathise with the angry white dudes too much. I feel guilty about it. That’s good ground for artmaking (yes, shamefully, this…is…art. Sorry). I modelled this fursona a little after my brother, who I spent years living with and arguing with and trying to lift out of his scary racist youtube rabbit holes. This is actually quite an emotional thing for me, cus I did the ‘talk to your fascist family’ thing. And I completely failed. I realised his right-winginess wasn’t lessening, I wasn’t gaining ground, and in fact my excessive empathy and desire to reach out to the relative most similar to me in character meant his extremism was rubbing off on me. Making me more resentful and depressed. Feeling powerless. I was being too kind-hearted and forgiving of his masculine impotence. So I’m exploring some personal shit here. But Ted is also a cute lil fuzzball teddy bear. He means well, but me being super autistic and faily at social skills means he’s kind of a dick, cus I am. I’m going to try and further develop this character, this POV, and this post is the only time I’ll explain the divide between him and his creator (moi). The ‘I’ on the twitter and here is Ted Fashionski, I need that space between me and him. Masks give us this freedom to be more ourselves. Internet culture has lost a lot of its wild brutal anonymity in the last decade or so, now everyone’s afraid of making mistakes. How the hell do you grow if you’re not allowed to fuck up? This is a vital outlet. He’s become an important part of my life and I have to say, I love being Ted Fashionski. He’s like Paddington Bear who just escaped form Guantanamo or something.

I get pretty fatigued as a matter of course. I’m a long-term depressive since childhood. I have a difficult time keeping my hard-on for living. I don’t get suicidal really but I do struggle with extreme fatigue. I sleep a lot. I often fall into spirals of self-hate. And as someone who utterly believes in revolutionary leftist politics, I beat myself up about not doing enough. I’m so middle class and english and white. I was raised in such a chauvinistic and complacent culture; I don’t even know where to start. I’m wading my way through post-colonial literature and beating myself up for finding it boring and uncomfortable. It’s hard to force yourself to acknowledge your culture is The Bad Guys. It’s easier to fall into fanstasies of supremacy and butthurt misunderstoodness. And it’s not like my depressive brain needs any encouragement to hate me. My trajectory is ever leftwards, but I remember the righteous fury of being right-wing. I get it, that was me. We need more paths back from fascism, more comprehension of why people are that kind of shitty. I talk less, and less well, the more depressed I am. If I’m talking, it means im feeling a lot better. Just, fyi.

Give me a minute to be critical here. With the George Floyd protests, a lot of the cool guys on fashion twitter has gone blazingly hardcore on the political side. But there’s this troubling rhetoric about ‘no return to normal content’ or ‘this isn’t the time for fashion’. Like fuck it isn’t. This is a key problem with fashion culture right here, we have this received perception of fashion as empty escapism. Escapism matters in fashion, yes. But seriously, talking about the surfaces of things does not equal not caring about deeper meaning. What the fuck. Clothes are a connective tissue, a membrane between us. They’re emotional and powerful. We can talk about things that matter THROUGH clothes. I speak fashion, pretty fucking well. Most people who work at fashion magazines are morons with no understanding or respect for their subject. They’re incapable of doing it justice, and that’s deliberate. On this tumblr you’ll see rants and reviews of fashion and other artforms, always interpreting through a fashion lens. cus it matters, cus it’s a vital part of the culture, cus just because something has a glittery, seductive surface doesn’t mean it doesn’t communicate or contain depth. There’s no going back to ‘normal fashion content’, yes. Normal fashion content is a fucking psyop to divert legitimate interest in aesthetics amongst largely non-academic dyslexic visual types away from careful thought/feeling and towards empty consumerist commericiality. The traditional fashion media wants you to express yourself and your interest in the zeitgeist through buying more shit. Another fashion world is possible. Let’s destroy the old and build a new one, one where surface and spirit are connected and true and fashion can’t be abused in service of evil industrial monopolists.

/end rant. TLDR: angry fictional teddy bear with tin-foil hat and an eco-anarchist fetish says no to stupid fashion and yes to the renewal of conceptual fashion. Also, Fuck White People.

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weirduniverse · 7 years

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Dansby Swanson Imagine R

Today is such a big day, thoughts racing through your head and heart pumping faster than the speed of light. Today was the day you were going to a braves game. You absolutely adored baseball and the braves but were really looking forward to seeing Dansby Swanson. For the past years you have been in love with him and not only were you going to a game, but you got seats next to the dugout along with a stadium tour pass hoping you’ll be able to say hi or run into him somehow. All you’ve ever wanted was to get him to glance your way. You’ve tried for years and millions of games to just get him to look at you but with no luck he’s never gave you the time of day. You spend the morning carefully picking out your clothes trying to make sure you look your best. You decide on a pair of shorts with a floral top and of course a Swanson jersey. You make sure to spray yourself with minimal but noticeable perfume along with small amounts of makeup knowing it would be hot out and you wouldn’t want to sweat off the makeup. Once you finish getting ready you take once last look in the mirror and head to the stadium early so you wouldn’t miss any part of the tour. When you got to the stadium you got to park your car in a elite parking spot since you payed for the tour. once you got their you made your way inside the stadium and the tour started. You got to walk around the whole stadium, and onto the field, and even had the chance to sit in the team’s dugout. As you sat in the dugout you couldn’t help but look around and admire everything. You thought back to all the funny moments and activities that took place in this very dugout. Once the tour finished they let everyone go to their seats and watch the players during batting practice. You sat and watched every single player walk out, looking around for Dansby but he was no where in sight. You sit and watch as everyone warm up and got some BP in. Soon enough your heart completely stopped and it became hard to breath. Out from the dugout came Dansby Swanson. You couldn’t help but stare at him with so much admiration. His shortly long hair was tucked gently behind his ears. His body looked so toned and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at thought of being underneath him. Soon enough Dansby caught your stare and sent a sly smirk your way. your heart completely stops and you start blushing uncontrollably. You try looking away but Dansby knew you were staring and sent a wink in your direction too. You look around to see if he was looking at someone else but he was indeed looking at you. He looks away and its his turn to start bp. You watched as he hit the balls. His arms flexed with every swing showing off his sexy muscles. You once again found your self staring and couldn’t help but to think what he was like in bed. He’d probably be rough yet gentle, sexy yet sweet. You found yourself once again too dazed to realize that Dansby was yet again staring at you. But this time instead of shying away you lick your lips in a seductive way and bite them. You lower you shirt a little to reveal some cleavage and a part of your lacy black bra. Dansby eyes widened and in his eyes you could see lust. you send a smirk his way and looked away as if you weren’t interested but deep inside you wanted him. Dansby then makes his way toward you. “Hi im Dansby Swanson. And you are?” Dansby says extending his hand out to yours. You look up at him and away saying “I’m Y/N” showing little interest so you wouldn’t seem desperate. “Oh playing hard to get are we” Dansby says with a hint of amusement. You don’t say anything and watch the team continue in BP. Dansby then leans in close to your ear. So close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. You shudder at how close he was too you. He then says “I like a challenge” making sure his lips touched your ear. You bit your lip at how good that felt and let out a small moan. He smirks and walks away leaving you astonished of what just happened. Soon batting practice ended and the team went back into their clubhouse. You sat in your seat trying to register what happened. you started thinking (Did the love of your life really talk to you and flirted with you.) soon after the game started and once again your eyes found it’s way to Dansby. As you look over at him you see him already looking at you. You give him a seductive look to mess with him and you can tell he was getting turned on. throughout the game you flirted with a guy next you because it seemed to have ticked Dansby off. In his eyes you could see anger but you didn’t understand why. Once the game was over Dansby made his way toward you and says “you’re so going to get.” You didn’t understand what that meant but didn’t think much of it. As the stadium cleared you too left making your way to your car. As you get ready to unlock the door you were pushed up against the car and a pair of lips slammed onto yours. Your eyes went wide since you didn’t know who it was but once you realized it was Dansby you kissed him back. He pushed you hard against the car snaking his arms around your waist landing his hands on your ass. he kisses you on the mouth and sticks his tongue inside. He runs his hands down your body and lift your legs to wrap around him. His lips moved from yours down to your neck nibbling and sucking on your sweet spot. You moan out in pleasure loving what he’s doing to you. As you let out a load moan he smirks against your neck and continues to kiss down your chest. You grind your hips onto his wanting him to bad right there but he stops and looks you in the eyes. “You think you can just flirt with other guys in front of me like that.” Dansby says in a very stern tone “Once I show interest in someone there mines, and no one elses. You got that?” Dansby says pushing you harder against the car. This whole situation turned you on so you don’t answer trying to piss him off. He groans and takes your keys. He drags you into the car and starts driving. At this point you didn’t really care where he was taking you, you just wanted him. he drives fast and you ask him where he’s taking you. He says “oh you’ll see.” As Dansby is driving his hand makes his way to your lap. “These shorts, need to come off now.” Dansby says while trying to pull them off. You take off the shorts and his hand instantly went to your clit. You suppress a moan but he starts rubbing onto your clit making you moan out in pleasure. He uses his left hand to steer and the right to rub slow circles onto your clit. You sit in the seat with your head back and legs spread apart as he picked up the pace. You continued to moan and gasp in pleasure. Soon enough you felt your stomach tense up and a wave of pleasure hit you. a loud moan escaped your lips and you sat in the seat trying to compose yourself. You look over to see Dansby smirking at you. You looked down at his pants to see a huge bulge. You move your hand to his lap and start to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You pull out his dick and your eyes widen at how big he was. As you touched him He let out moans and groans and his breathing became heavy. You then leaned over and put the tip in your mouth. He lets out a huge groan and says “fuck baby, that feels good.” You proceeded to lick up and down his shaft. as you sucked him off you also used your hands to rub the parts you couldn’t reach. Right before he was going to cum you stopped and moved back to your seat. “What the fuck.” Dansby says with an attitude “Whats wrong baby” you say with a smirk. “You’re so going to regret that.” Dansby says while driving faster to get to wherever he was going. Soon you arrived to his place, and once he parked he brings you on his lap. You set your legs on either side of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and he slams his lips on yours. you felt so much desire and felt his bulge press onto you making you moan out. He opens the car door and carry’s you all the way inside straight to the bedroom. He throws you on the bed and removes his shirt. You stare at his perfectly toned body and he smirks down at you. He made his way on top of you pinning you down. You two stare at each other and he leans down and starts to nibble on your neck. He sucks all areas around your neck down to your collarbone marking up your whole body. he removes you shirt and is his eyes showed so much desire. He unclasped you bra and instantly attacked your breast. He licked and sucked both of your nipples using his hand to play with the other. he then moved his hand down to your panties and began rubbing your clit. Dansby looks at you and says “you’re soaked”. He instantly slid in a finger pumping in and out. You arch you back and moaned out in pleasure. He then added a second then a third finger pumping in out of you super fast. You moaned and screamed his name loving the feeling. Soon after you felt your walls tighten and you felt a great sensation in your lower area. As you orgasmed that didn’t stop Dansby. He continued fingering you and rubbing your clit. The feeling was overwhelming so you try and push him off but he holds you down and continues. You moan and scream out for him to stop but once again you felt another orgasm emerging. Your eyes roll back as you once again felt that great sensation in your stomach. This time Dansby stops and looks down at you with a smirk. You laid there still trying to recover from what just happened. Dansby looks down at you with a sly smirk saying “we just got started.” He then removes his pants and makes you get on top of him. He wanted you to satisfy him. He has you remove his pants and lowers you down so your facing his bulge. You knew exactly what he wanted. You removed his boxers and started rubbing on his thighs making him groan out in pleasure. you wrapped your hands around him and licked the tip while looking up at him. He lips part and lets out a breath. You put him in your mouth slowly and use your hands to massage his balls. You bob your head taking in as much as you can. You hear him moaning and his eyes are shut. You continue to suck him but you aren’t moving fast enough so he places his hand on your head and begins moving your head up and down. He pushes your head all the way down on his cock and you start to gag not being able to handle it. He continue to push your head down and up on him making your eyes tear up. you tried to take control but he wasn’t letting you. he continued to face fuck you until he exploded down your throat. You tried to take in as much as you could while the rest of the cum slid out your mouth. He looks down at you and brings you on top placing his hand on your ass. He lowers you onto him putting his cock at your entrance. You slowly lower yourself onto him moaning out in pleasure. Soon you started grinding onto him moving your hips back and forth trying to get every inch of him deep inside. You put your arms on his chest and his hands go on your hips to help you move back and forth. You both moan out in pleasure enjoying every second of what’s going on. he then flips you guys over so he’s on top. He turns you around so your face down and ass is up. He inserts himself in you again this time harder and deeper making you scream out in pleasure. He does this a couple times and you enjoy it so much. He then starts pounding you so hard and fast. He positions himself so that he goes really deep inside. you felt pain and pleasure from how hard and deep he was. He grabs you by your hair and makes you look back at him. You moan out and he places a kiss on your lips. He continues pounding you hitting your g spot every single time and you soon found yourself once again feeling an orgasm emerge. “Im going to cum” you say to him “Me too on three” 1 2 3 you too both cum and collapse on the bed. You both laid there trying to catch your breath. Dansby then looks over to you and says “your mine, you got that.” You look over and place a kiss on his lips and lay your head on his chest.

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yuzuria · 6 years

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whatever points u havent done yet, if it's fandom then gntm

heeey nice, thank u bio-chan :*

under the cut because this is gonna be long, i know you want only gntm but i took the liberty to add my dr opinions bc i won’t prob have this opportunity to voice them out prompted (not rly) in the future

a - ships that you currently like a lot. (they don’t have to be otps because not everyone has otps.) friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

the otp atm is obviously komahina, it’s incomparable for me, i’ve been in rare otp fandoms for years so it’s like being enveloped by a fresh sea breeze when i got into it, it’s the most popular ship in dr, has the most fan content where the good ones outweighs the bad ones, and their relationship was fulfilling, it’s also the closest otp of mine that has reached canon.

other ones i love a lot right now are:

dr ships: hinata/servant (it’s komahina but i’m so invested in this dynamic in particular and there’s almost no content for it), kamukura/komaeda, kaede/miu, tenko/mikan, kirigiri/sayaka, touko/komaru, sonia/akane, lowkey shinguuji/amami and pekoyama/koizumi

dr friendships i’m invested and want to see more: komaeda/sonia, komaeda/kirigiri, komaeda/any girls tbh let him have platonic relationships with girls, familial komaeda/monaka, amami/kaede, hinata/natsumi, tsumiki/asahina, sakura/asahina, dr1 girls

gintama ships: tae/sacchan, kagura/nobume, takasugi/zura, kyuubei/tsukuyo (guess which ones are your influence)

hnk ships: diamond/bortz, ghost quartz/lapis lazuli, rutile/padparadscha, cairgorm/phos, cinnabar/phos

c - a ship you have never liked and probably never will.

dr: all het ships minus celesgami but i also grew out of it eventually, they’re all mediocre at best and i dislike the popular hetero ones-- namely, naegiri, hinanami, kamunami, kuzupeko, sondam, souda/sonia, akanidai, saimatsu, kaimaki.. also i never saw the appeal of chishimondo and the pairs involving the three. mahiyoko is forced in my opinion and their “moment” which gained them an alternate title “soapies” was distasteful. soudam is simply boring while i dislike hinadam out of spite. nobody asked but my most hated ships are komaegi, komamiki, hinaegi, kamuegi, and komahinaegi (stay those out of my sight)

gintama: shinsengumi centric ships, joui centric ships minus sakagin and takazura (i entertained the idea of the former but never beyond platonic), gintoki/every girls minus tae, sakamutsu, hijimitsu, tsukisachi, mutsumata, bantaka, takahiji, konzura, the gross pedophilic ones, okikagu, kamusoyo, sabunobu, ginshin, etc

d - a pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

i don’t really have pairings i “wish” i liked because i know what i love and what i don’t tho the hnk one is an exception, i think i have the need to say that,, but i guess i feel envious with the content victuuri is getting i wished i i liked it so i have a lot of merch to buy whenever i go to cons but nah... im happy with my own otp

e - have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? if so, what?

i don’t even know if they’re considered hilarious, probably annoying which are a lot in my twitter, this one is my fav wholesome headcanon though

this one is my first dr post which somehow has the most notes i have ever gotten

i don’t think i have one in gntm

f - what’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

i’m not active in atla but it’s basically my first fandom and i still love and enjoy the fandom content so yeeep

g - have you ever had an otp? if so, do you remember your first one? who was in it?

embarrassing but toph/aang

h - what is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, western animation, etc.)?

anime but most of the time it’s just a way for me to get into a fandom and i usually like the source material (manga, games, etc) more

m - name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

anego

n - name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

gintama: tae fighting and an arc of her own, gags with nobume or takasugi, in general less of that blue pubes and more about girls without their respective dudes’ influences which suck because the girls are amazing yet the arcs they’re centered in still revolves around dudes i am so tired

dr: more focus on asahina :/, kirizono and kaemiu content pleaaase, and komaeda making friends other than his boyfriend???

o - choose a song at random. which ship or character does it remind you of?

I got Lucky Stars by Lana Del Rey, yeeep, komahina

p - invent a random au for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

i’ve always wanted spies/mafia au with best gintam girls, guns and aesthetic black or white clothing or military clothing whatev keeps me going

q - a fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

sports anime fandom, i used to be in multiple sports anime fandom but after getting into gintama i dropped all of them and lost interest,, give me sports anime girls you coward... other than basketball or volleyball idk moe catastrophe or the most “feminist” game of the century that is keijo

r - which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

sasaki/nobume, kagura/tae, and gint*ki/tama in gintama

komaeda/monaka in dr

s - show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

my default headcanon is all my fav girls are lesbians

after sasaki’s death, rather than going with the shinsengumi or military in general i want nobume to stay with the yorozuya

nobume becomes a transfer student in 3Z and wears a black sailor uniform with long skirts, sports a nailed bat, and an honor student. sasaki adopted her from young age and is the most doting father ever during the festivals and always cheering for her, “yes that’s my elite daughter, nobume-san” i teared up. kagura, on the other hand, had a growth spurt in the middle of their third year so she looks like her yorozuya movie design with her glasses up and taller than nobume.

i have a hc how komaeda/hinata/kamukura would look like as girls too

komaeda: has a long messy hair, wears the same clothing as the regular one (pants and not those sexy short shorts with thigh highs and garter belt, regular komaeda would wear that though ;) ), petite and still 180 cm

hinata: same hair, around 165 cm, regular bust size and has strong arms that can carry her tall gf, pretty packed, wears skirts with suspenders

kamukura: same features as hinata but her long hair is tied in a low ponytail, then same clothing

t - do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

kagura never had interests with boys and when she grows up that’s where she realizes she’s a big lesbian and in love with nobutasu ;;

komaeda feels EXTREME distaste towards memes and puns, he doesn’t like them at all, he leans in a poetic side when he speaks, make him a pretentious john green character than a meme fuck (remember when he said if the sunflower is the symbol of hope then he’s the ground where the roots cling on?? and also one of his few hated gifts is a ring with a bad pun??)

w - a trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

girls who only serve as a plot device especially a manpain, bonus point if she’s pining on the said dude but ends up being sacrificed for the dude

MC dude whose dick wants to be sucked by almost everyone, it’s tiring and gross

pedophilic themes

moe slash fantasy slash harem slash romantic comedy slash ecchi

pretentious characters with god complex

y - what are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

v*ltron unfortunately

saiyuuki a bit bc of you and emilia

fire emblem/persona (i played some games but never finished it so i mostly don’t feel too attached with them)

some other video games

kpop

#thx for always having my back luv you #jen ask #piduai

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lorax177 · 6 years

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i never realized how much i hate modern art until i took a class in modern art

it’s so pretentious. like half of the pieces we’ve looked at have been purportedly commenting on elitism in art and income disparities when the piece itself sold for thousands of dollars to be put in a museum for rich people to look at. you’re supposed to look at barren canvases with vague splotches of color and meditate on the nature of life, navelgazing for an hour. bitch I can do that in my own home for free. most of the time the pieces themselves don’t require any skill, it’s just an asshole with some bright idea that ~~~no one has ever thought of before~~~ (which is bullshit, originality is a myth) and the gall to pretend that they’re saying something meaningful. A bunch of postmodernists specialize in literal plagiarism but with a different title. wow so edgy. really thought provoking. you sure are making a statement that’s relevant and people care about.

the most egregious example is this bullshit:

this is an overhead view of a plaza wherein some famous guy was commissioned to design a public art piece for. The brick and nonfunctional fountain was already there. The sculpture? a literal wall of iron bisecting the courtyard. this guy was paid over 100k to design this.

Now, this is located in a city, smack dab in the middle of a bunch of office buildings. Workers who had to spend 8 hours a day 5 days a week doing menial desk jobs had to look at this ugly piece of shit. You want to have a nice picnic during lunch break with your work buddies? tough shit. You get tilted arc instead fucko. You can’t see from one end of the courtyard to another because some dick thought rebar sheet metal was more important. It also impeded movement between the buildings so that you have to go around this fucking obstacle instead of just fucking walking from one side to the other.

So yeah, these workers got pissed, because you’re making an ugly place even uglier for obscene amounts of money without thinking about the ppl who actually have to look at it every day (who had no say in the design). There have been countless studies done on stress and related health problems in office workers and having to look at ugly as sin shit like this piece of work actually contributes to stress and decreases mental and physical health (as opposed to pretty scenery or plants etc).

When the designer was told what people thought of his masterpiece, he threw an absolute shitfit. “art doesn’t have to be pretty”, he said. “art isn’t for the public”.

while it is absolutely true that art doesn’t have to be aesthetically pleasing to be meaningful or relevant, putting this fucking monstrosity in a place where people are forced to look at it day in day out, in addition to the ugly buildings and streets and shit that comprises the rest of their lives is just kind of a dick move. Yes, people are painfully aware that life and art and all that shit isn’t always pretty. they’re the ones who have to live with that fact, not some pompous asshole who thinks he’s god’s gift to man because he put some metal wall in a plaza.

And yeah, not all art is for the public. Art can be self-expression or just for your own enjoyment. But if you are being commissioned by the state, paid hundereds of thousands of tax dollars to make a PUBLIC art piece, yeah, it’s for the public! saying that other people have no say in what that public art piece looks like, implying that if other people don’t like your art that they just Don’t Understand True Art TM, is this hugely egotistical self-masturbatory elitism that puts the artist above the working people (when like the whole point of art is supposed to be disrupting this kind of bullshit thinking).

But that’s not even the best part. This fucking douchebag, upon being told that people don’t want this metal wall in their courtyard and that they want him to move it, freaks the FUCK out about how he “designed it just for this space and taking it out of its context would destroy it”. Which like, yeah context is important when understanding the meaning of a piece. but literally the only meaning of this piece was “i got paid obscene amounts of money and im gonna use it to make the ugliest thing i can think of literally just because”. If you move it out of the context of the plaza it wouldn’t be impeding foot traffic or being an eyesore to the workers who are forced to spend their days there, which is destroying the purpose of the work. So in the end this guy opts to have the piece destroyed rather than moved because he can’t stand to have his ~~~high art~~~ removed from its PurposeTM which is to be unpleasant. i dont give a single goddamn fuck about ‘advancing sculpture’ or whatever the fuck, if it’s causing people stress on top of their already stressful lives just because you thought it would be great to create this atrocity in a place where no one can escape from, you’re not ‘advancing’ anything, you’re just being a dick.

So now the space has been converted to a rather plesant little oasis with plants and lots of benches.

anyways thats my dissertation on how much i hate contemporary art and find it to lack relevance or meaning to the people it supposedly represents or defends. it takes itself too seriously and imposes arbitrary and hypocritical statements on the nature of art at the expense of any real substance. in the world we live in, pretty things for the sake of being pretty, having stories that are entertaining and engaging and relatable, having fun and feeling good in a world that devalues those things, etc. are far more impactful and radical than anything sitting in a museum created by some millionaire who jacks off to their “fine art”. thanks for coming to my ted talk have a good night

#'that just means you're uncultured' i literally give no fucks susan #im not interested in elitism and you can suck a dick

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